The instant Xu Mo grabbed the red meridian lines, his entire right arm was instantly drained of all moisture.
His skin instantly shriveled, clinging tightly to the bone and turning a dead-wood greyish-white.
The outlines of his blood vessels and tendons became clearly visible beneath the paper-thin skin, looking like a mummy that had been desiccated for decades.
Interestingly, there was no sensation of pain.
In her mind, Bai Feifei couldn't help but gasp. She watched helplessly as her right arm turned into that grotesque state, an indescribable numbness spreading from her fingertips all the way to her shoulder.
Xu Mo didn't want to let go, his fingers digging desperately into the red meridian lines. However, with his entire arm rendered useless, he couldn't maintain a proper grip.
Ultimately, the standoff lasted only a second before ending in failure. The red threads retracted into the ground, vanishing as if they had never existed.
Only then did the experience points from killing Tian Guannan finish processing. The warm current, which had not yet fully dissipated, flooded into his withered right arm.
The desiccated right arm seemed to be reinjected with vitality. The muscles filled out once more, and within seconds, the entire arm was restored to its original state.
It was as if everything that had just happened was nothing but an illusion.
“This is some good stuff.”
Xu Mo couldn't help but marvel, a look of excitement rising on his face as he gave his lips a rather twisted lick.
The moment he grabbed it, the sudden throbbing of his heart actually gave him a faint sense of connection.
This state made it abundantly clear to him that this thing was actually on the same level as the Heart of the Real World!
You've got to be kidding me.
This thing was actually related to the Evil Gods of the Old Days!
The North District had something like this?
It seemed his plan to assemble a body using the limbs of an Evil God of the Old Days was actually making steady progress.
Just how many more surprises did Dawn City have in store?!
Back when he played the game, had he underestimated this character's starting area because he paid too little attention to the storyline?
Thinking of this, he suddenly realized that in his haste, he had touched that thing completely unprepared.
By all accounts, his Sanity should have plunged to zero by now, and he should have been considering a rewind.
But when he checked his game panel, he found that the Sanity bar had somehow greyed out.
—Bai Feifei's Slaughter God Mode!
When he made his move earlier, she had already entered a state where her Sanity was locked.
Her hidden talent was seriously broken!
Very good. He didn't even have to force her this time. Well done.
So, he offered Bai Feifei some praise in his mind: “Well done!”
Bai Feifei: ?
Her mind was filled with question marks. She had no idea what she had done to suddenly earn the praise of the Old-Timer.
Meanwhile, Zhulong was completely dumbfounded.
Just moments ago, when he saw “Bai Feifei” reach out to grab it, his first reaction had been: how did she dare?
How did she dare grab it with her bare hands?!
Then, he sneered, waiting for this foolish person to pay the price for her arrogance.
But now, seeing “Bai Feifei” completely unharmed, the mockery on Zhulong's face vanished, replaced by an increasingly ugly expression.
Every muscle on his heavily tattooed face twitched, his eyes filled with absolute, unbelievable shock.
He couldn't help but take a step forward, staring intently at Bai Feifei as if looking at something completely incomprehensible.
“How can you be completely fine?!”
His voice cracked, his previous high-and-mighty composure torn to shreds, leaving behind nothing but sheer shock and disbelief.
Xu Mo glanced at him and jerked his chin up.
“I wouldn't say I'm completely fine. My hand is a bit sore.”
Zhulong: ...
A bit sore?!
He knew very well what level of existence that thing was.
That was something related to a god—the vessel and extension of His power.
Let alone grabbing it with bare hands, just approaching that area should drive an ordinary person to a mental breakdown.
If they touched it, they should instantly mutate into an aberration.
What made this woman so special?
He also had a general idea of “Bai Feifei's” strength; she wasn't even at the Edgerunner level.
To him, the only difference between someone like her and a stray dog on the street was that she looked a bit better.
He had always doubted it—could the Masked Hermit Society really have someone so weak?
Yet just now, she had casually touched that red line as if it were nothing, making the whole thing look like a farce.
Even her withered, decayed hand had recovered in an instant!
Was she even human?!
Zhulong's mind raced, countless thoughts churning all at once.
Did the Masked Hermit Society really possess some method of containing the power of an Evil God?
Was their so-called philosophy not just empty talk?
What kind of power was this? What kind of method?
Thanks to “Bai Feifei's” casual display, the Masked Hermit Society's perceived strength was skyrocketing in Zhulong's estimation.
His gaze toward Bai Feifei shifted from shock to wariness, and from wariness to killing intent.
Not far away, Xie Jin was equally astounded.
Then, with a solemn expression, he turned to Zhulong and spoke in a raspy voice:
“When you defected, you took that Containment Object with you.”
“After all these years, have you actually found a way to use it?”
Zhulong turned his head and sneered. He was about to speak when he was suddenly interrupted by a voice.
“Containment Object?”
Xu Mo looked up, shaking his still-numb right hand as he stared at Xie Jin like he was looking at an idiot.
“Is this how you people in Turing City blindly define things?”
“That is a fucking Evil God's blood vessel! Going by what they say, it's probably the Mother of All Souls'.”
He gestured with his chin toward Zhulong, his disdain completely undisguised.
“This pig-whatever guy doesn't actually have the right to use that thing. Calling it ‘using’ is a stretch; it's more like awakening it!”
Xu Mo spoke as if stating an obvious fact.
But when his words fell, a dead silence enveloped the entire area. Even the sound of the wind ceased.
His voice wasn't loud, but at this moment, it was no different from detonating a bomb in everyone's minds.
What did she just say?
Whose blood vessel?!
Everyone, even those from organizations like the Rangers, turned their heads in unison to look at “Bai Feifei.”
They had heard of the Masked Hermit Society and knew their doctrines, but no one had any real sense of reality regarding it yet.
In an era where the Evil Gods of the Old Days were like myths and no one was even sure if they truly existed, had this woman just casually dropped such earth-shattering words?
If that was indeed the case, then in human history, they were probably the very first to witness such a thing!
The students who had never even heard of the Masked Hermit Society stood frozen in place, their minds completely blank.
Around them, even the roars and howls of the aberration horde had died down.
A bizarre silence shrouded the entire battlefield.
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